“Sacrifice. Family. Love,” he thought.

Late nights. Tortureous clients. More zeros in the bank. 

“For them,” be believed.

Then during a Pranic Psychotherapy Healing Session for anxiety – The Healer’s hands circling – he felt it. 

Heart and Solar Plexus Chakras dim as dirt.

He froze. 

The imbalances weren’t in his clients. 

Work had stolen his presence. 

An electric current rose from chest to crown.

Home. 

For once, his daughter wasn’t asleep.  She leaped into his arms. Laughing. Squeezing his neck. Bright light engulfed him.

He knew. 

He needed to be there. 

Nothing else. Just. To. Be. Present.

Because presence is Love.